Yes Texxy, I have read the books. IÕve been reading the books steadily for 4 years. And Òbroad rather than good naturedÓ faces might very well have big noses, I donÕt know. And Mr. MonaghansÕ nose isnÕt that big I know, itÕs just...prominent. ItÕs just a story, I donÕt want to offend or anger anyone. Because ÒLife is good, especially with whipped cream on top.Ó The great and geeky Tweak.
Merry and Frodo were walking home and talking about Pippin's strange behavior.
"It's not like him to go anywhere without being immaculately dressed," said Merry laughing at the memory. "But then again, he always was predictably unpredictable."
Frodo allowed himself a few chuckles before answering. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Do? Oh, probably just twich my nose at him occasionally and pretend to be possessed. The usual type of stuff." He yawned. "I'm beat. I think I'll go home and take a nap."
"Of course you're tired. Who wouldn't, having to carry that huge thing on your face?"
Merry shoved him and walked on. "Watch out for evil noses!" he shouted, and then skipped off laughing. Frodo waved and walked on home. But when he got there, Pippin was sitting on the bench gripping his knees as if his life depended on it.
"Hullo, Pip! Dressed at last, I see!" cried Frodo cheerfully.
"That's not funny, Frodo," said Pippin despondently. "I came to ask if I could spend the night."
"Well, sure. What for? Aren't you afraid of my nose?"
Pippin gave him a withering look. "That's NOT funny either, in case you were wondering."
"Sorry. Sure, you can use the guest room. You're just in time for afternoon tea. I baked some cookies. Come in and have some."
Pippin brightened a bit at the mention of food. In the bright afternoon sun, things didn't seem so dark as they really were after all.
"So, what makes you think Merry's nose is evil?" said Frodo. They were sitting before the fireplace nibbling on cookies, smoking pipe-weed and drinking some of the Old Winyards. Pippin looked at his feet thoughtfully.
"It is," he said. "When I came home last night, it was waiting for me."
Frodo laughed out loud at this. "What, was it on the doorstep?"
Pippin glared. "No. Merry was there. And his nose, well, it talked to me. And Merry looked asleep."
Frodo laughed so hard that he spilled his wine. He bent over the carpet with a rag, still giggling.
"You don't take me seriously, do you?" sighed Pippin. "You never do."
"Well, I think that an evil nose is less credible even than walking trees, Pip."
"I saw those too!" said Pippin. "At least, I think I did."
"That's your problem, Pip. You have an overactive imagination. Plus too much wine." He looked ruefully at the nearly empty bottle at Pippin's elbow.
"Well, I've had a shock. I can use it." The slightly sozzled Took looked in the bottom of his glass and very deliberately emptied the bottle into it.
"Sure, Pip. Sure." Frodo shook his head and went to get more rags.
Merry and Frodo were walking home and talking about Pippin's strange behavior.
"It's not like him to go anywhere without being immaculately dressed," said Merry laughing at the memory. "But then again, he always was predictably unpredictable."
Frodo allowed himself a few chuckles before answering. "So what are you going to do about it?"
"Do? Oh, probably just twich my nose at him occasionally and pretend to be possessed. The usual type of stuff." He yawned. "I'm beat. I think I'll go home and take a nap."
"Of course you're tired. Who wouldn't, having to carry that huge thing on your face?"
Merry shoved him and walked on. "Watch out for evil noses!" he shouted, and then skipped off laughing. Frodo waved and walked on home. But when he got there, Pippin was sitting on the bench gripping his knees as if his life depended on it.
"Hullo, Pip! Dressed at last, I see!" cried Frodo cheerfully.
"That's not funny, Frodo," said Pippin despondently. "I came to ask if I could spend the night."
"Well, sure. What for? Aren't you afraid of my nose?"
Pippin gave him a withering look. "That's NOT funny either, in case you were wondering."
"Sorry. Sure, you can use the guest room. You're just in time for afternoon tea. I baked some cookies. Come in and have some."
Pippin brightened a bit at the mention of food. In the bright afternoon sun, things didn't seem so dark as they really were after all.
"So, what makes you think Merry's nose is evil?" said Frodo. They were sitting before the fireplace nibbling on cookies, smoking pipe-weed and drinking some of the Old Winyards. Pippin looked at his feet thoughtfully.
"It is," he said. "When I came home last night, it was waiting for me."
Frodo laughed out loud at this. "What, was it on the doorstep?"
Pippin glared. "No. Merry was there. And his nose, well, it talked to me. And Merry looked asleep."
Frodo laughed so hard that he spilled his wine. He bent over the carpet with a rag, still giggling.
"You don't take me seriously, do you?" sighed Pippin. "You never do."
"Well, I think that an evil nose is less credible even than walking trees, Pip."
"I saw those too!" said Pippin. "At least, I think I did."
"That's your problem, Pip. You have an overactive imagination. Plus too much wine." He looked ruefully at the nearly empty bottle at Pippin's elbow.
"Well, I've had a shock. I can use it." The slightly sozzled Took looked in the bottom of his glass and very deliberately emptied the bottle into it.
"Sure, Pip. Sure." Frodo shook his head and went to get more rags.